Stu' and I had an interesting time with these 'other boys'. However I should back-track a little. Our games on the beach happened in the morning. We got whacked late in the morning, a little before we were due to go back to the main camp.
So, fresh from my bum being whacked, I stood-up, a little red-faced, rubbing my bum vigorously, and with a large bulge in the front of my Speedoes. Stu' was in a similar condition.
All the guys on the beach stopped their games in order to watch our punnishment. By the time I was over the teacher's kneee their was near total silence among my usually roudy class of 25 adolescents.
When I stood-up, and turned around, their were a few muted giggles - mostly because of the hard-on. Teacher said we could go, so Stu' and I jogged, with as much dignity we could muster, over to where the others were. We had intended to go and join our group of friends, and swim quietly until called in to lunch - if nothing-else to cool our backsides down!
By this stage my bum was begining to ache, and I had the acute embarrsement in the front of my swimming trunks. I was not in a good-mood. I also was a little preoccupied with feeling hard-done by, that I didn't notice that we would walk past Shane, Carl and their mates - who were the guys who most often our group's rivals.
Shane was grinning manically as we came close and jerred 'how does it feel to be naughty little boys ?'. I muttered ' F--- off!'. Shane pretended shock and said that little boys shouldn't use language like that. At this point he lunged towards me and swatted me on the bum. I yelped in angry surprise - I hadn't seen it coming. We were far enough away that the Teacher couldn't really see what we were doing. I was all set to punch him, but Stu' held me back - good thing or I would have been sent home from camp early to be caned by the Headmaster. Anyway, Stu' pursuaded me to turn back around, and Shane swatted my bum again, laughing saying that I obviously need another good spanking. Stu' kept a firm hold on my sholders, and steered me away from them.
I was doubly mortified because a lot of guys saw this little episode, which I felt had demeened me in their eyes. Anyway, we joined our group and had a quick, cooling dip (bliss for a spanked bum!), but were soon called in to lunch.
After lunch we were all sent on an 'orienteering course'. Where, in groups of two we would be sent off to navigate our way through a forrest between various points (where we could pick-up clues to the next point). The idea was that the fastest through the course would win a prize. So, we were set off on the course at staggared intervels of 5 mins. Each pair drew a number, to give an order - Stu' and I were to go last.
Shane and Carl went first. I was relieved because it meant we were unlikely to run into them (boy was I wrong - bearing out my earlier suspicions). We waited for just under an hour before leaving. By this time, Shane and Carl must have been half-way through - they both were good orienteerers.
Stu' and I made reasonably good time, and were approaching the half-way point - an old sheep sheering shed. At the time we didin't know of course, but Shane and Carl, plus a couple more mates from an earlier pair had decided that this would be a perfect place to give me the spanking they had promissed earlier. Having completed the orienteering course they had free time, and so had back-tracked their way to the shed, to lay in wait.
The clue for the orienteering was outside the shed, hidden near some bushes.
Stu' and I arrived in the clearing, and qickly found the clue. I was leaning over to pick it up, whenStu' suddenly gasped as four guys approached us, from four directions. As I stood up, I recognised Shane's mocking tone as he whistled at my up-turned butt - now clothed in quite tight, faded Rugby shorts, before saying "now THAT is an attractive sight". His mates agreed.
I looked at Stu' sensing danger, and was set to make a run for it, when they raced us - two each. Shane and Carl 'got' me, while the other two got Stu.
Basically Shane ran in and Rugby tackled me around the legs, causing me to fall on my butt, while Carl grabbed my arm , and twisted it behind my back, forcing me to stand back-up. Stu was caught the same way.
Shane looked at me with a malicious gleam in his eye. Here was a major, no-risk chance for him to get one over me. He cirlced me, appraising me.
He simply said : "I think we need to teach you a lesson". At this point he nodded and the group forced us into the old shed. The floor-boards creaked, and it was covered in cob-webs and dust. I was forced to the centre of the room, while Stu was held off the side.
Shane said: "I'm going to beat you up first, then we'll give a good spanking ... because you are such a naughty boy."
He nodded at Carl, who forced me to kneelon the floor. Shane then came behindme, and grabbed my sholders, and Carl let go. suddenly I felt myself being forced onto my back, as Shane lept down, grabbing at my shirt, trying get a hold. Freed, in order to give Shane to chance to totally over-power me, I started kicking and twisting, although I was aware of his mate standing by.
Anyway Shane was a better wrestler, being shorter, and stockier, and forced me to turn-over. I still twisted because I knew his main goal was a fair shot at spanking my butt. Unfortunately this meant his mates occasionally had a good shot at kicking my ass - and they took every opportunity!
Gradually though he got into position where he lay on my legs, stopping me twisting. He also held my arm behind me, forcing me still. My butt was there for him to hit. My legs were apart and at differnt angles, so he had an odd angle in, with the point where my inner thigh meets the bum,, was well exposed.
No sooner did he get me into this position than a felt a flurry of sharp slaps to this part of my butt. In a fluid movement, using only his hand and wrist he hit me again and again. He must have whacked me at least fifty times by the time he finnished. Every slap hit the same spot - so it was VERY sore by the time he finnish. At first I took it in silence, and just tried wriggling against him. A coule of times my moves forced him to stop, and he'd have to tighten his grip, but soon resume the slapping - only harder!
Soon I was gasping involunarilty gasping and saing 'ouch' a lot, and I started pleading "Aww come on Shane, this is enough". Finally he stopped - I thought this would be it for the spanking. My bum was very sore from a combination of the slaps, his mates' kicks and the lingering pain from the spanking a few hours earlier. All this wrestling and pain had got me quite aroused, and the guys all laughed at the bulge in the front of my shorts.
Shane said "that's enough warm-up, now down to business" producing from the corner of shed a mean looking switch from a nearby tree with very flexible branches, which are long and pliable and ready to be used on young buttocks. Their only problem as a cane is that they soon break.
Carl had grabbed hold of me before I could get up, and forced me to stand, pushed my legs apart, and made me bend over to touch toes. He then held me down. My butt felt taut and ready for thrashing, but also still throbbed with pain.
Shane told me he had decided I needed "12 of the best" to correct my 'naughty boy' behaviour. I pleaded with him not to do it, but was determined to not crack, and take it like a man.
He took up position behind me, drew back the 'cane', and Whacked it into the centre of my bum, searing both cheeks with pain - "Oww!". The strokes rained down - TWO, THREE, FOUR and FIVE, when I felt the frond break. I rejoiced that maybe that would be it, but Shane had a second, longer one hidden in the corner of the shed. He laid into me with that, and it hurt even more... SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN, before that one broke. The final two were given with the longest one ... ELEVEN .... 'owww, owww please No', and finally TWELVE 'owww, sh-- this hurts .... ' This final stroke was dlivered so hard that it broke the switch. I'm sorry to say he had bested me - I was in agony. I longed to rub my abused butt, and tears ran down my face. They all laughed as I got up, and released me, and Stu, and running off before we had time to react.
Stu raced over and asked if he was OK. He was obviously very turned on by the whole experinece, and he helped me stand-up straight. We chatted about what to do. Within minutes every guy in camp would know about this. Our next step would determine whether I could retain any respect from my peers.
We decided that I shouldn't report this to the teachers. So we took our time completeing the rest of the course - to give me time to regain composure, and claimed that we had gotten lost to the exasperated staff who were getting worried enough that they were about to look for us. We won the 'booby prize' of having kitchen duty for that evening, which meant cleaning all the cuttlery and crockery for all the boys and staff, but also 'serving' dinner to the winning pair ... Shane and Carl ! Most of the guys though it was quite cool that we opted to do this rather than 'dob' our tormentors in.
Oddly enough, when carrying Shane's plate of beef stew to him, I 'accidentally tripped over, and spilt it all over him ... and the whole school (except Shane) thought that was a very cool thing to do !
Fortunately we went home the next morning, and I had a whole 4 weeks holiday away from Shane - the break meant that, by the next term, we had toned down our mutual animosity, and he never tried, or had the opportunity, to spank me again - although we both were caned by the Headmaster on a couple of occasions - and I was the wittness to the last canning he got at school, when a Senior aged 17 ....it was a very satisfying moment.